Deep Words For Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

Tired of acting strong, it was as if she was waiting for those calming words and, she started crying, her tears telling the tale of her broken heart's condition. Vansh and Avni immediately hugged her, with Avni stroking her hand on her shoulder and Vansh stroking her head, consoling her. They had made her weep on intention, for that was the only way to reach inside her sorrowful heart. "I...I....loved him with my soul dee, then why did he break my heart? I...I gave him my h.... heart aaannddd.. he broke it harshly, i... I remain loya...l for him f..or how much years dee, a..nd what I got in return, noth...ing, just a broken heart. I ...I am just a broken person, unable to love anyone." Shana

But I knew that no words could heal the deep wound that had been carved into my soul. The air was thick with grief as the name "Jade" echoed through the once-peaceful room. The cries of her name were almost unbearable, each utterance laced with pain and despair that sent shivers down my spine. I felt as though my very soul was threatened by the mournful sound, as if it were trying to leave my body to escape the heart-wrenching scene that lay before me.

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

It was true that Chasm hadn't spoken much to the group since he got there. "It's an expression. Like when we say that a guy has two left feet," Murry explained. "That's not a good way to explain it." Jazz shook her head, and Chasm had to agree. What did feet have to do with a broken heart? The feet and the heart were not even next to each other. -See? - Rhylent said. -I told you that they are completely nonsensical. – "I'll explain." Jazz turned to him. "When you love someone, and you think they're great, and they turn out to be a lying sack of shit." Jazz shrugged. "That's a broken heart, and you think you might die."

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.